I woke up this morning to a challenge. One of my Facebook
Friends tagged me in one of those dessert recipe photos that have been flooding
Facebook. The ones that are something like beautifully arranged cupcakes shaped
like the Mona Lisa, and photographed with text reading “Easy Baking!” I usually
look at those pictures and feel horribly inadequate. I can bake chocolate chip cookies as well as
the next person, but I’m sorry rainbow swirl cake that shoots out fireworks is
not “Easy Baking”. Even though I fail as a female in the kitchen department I’m
a sucker for posting endless drool worthy photos of food. While for me it was a
wishlist of foods I hoped someone would make for me, the rest of
Facebook began to see it as “I call your bluff now make it”.
It started with a picture watermelon carving of a shark. I excitedly shared my picture of the watermelon shark with Facebook and within an hour my sister had commented; “Okay so that’s what you’re bringing to my party?” We joked around about it, and before I knew it I had accepted the challenge. It took me all morning before the party to come up with something. I slaved away with a big carving knife and covered myself in fruit juice. The end result looked like a mutated pac-man. Even though my watermelon was not a beautifully carved shark it was well received, and a standard was set.
So when I looked at my phone this morning I saw the message, “Christina, here’s another for your goody list.” The accompanying picture was what my brother would call (in the voice of the actor in the diabetes ads). “baked diabeetus” There was a picture and a small description of Chocolate Chip Cookie Reese Cup Brownie Cupcake. The gauntlet had been thrown. I spent most of the day in the kitchen with my brother hovering, waiting to snatch up raw dough and brownie batter. When it came to putting the Reese Cups on both my brother and my father were hovering. I was nearing the end of the bag when I was assaulted by…
“Are there going to be any left over?”
“I want one!”
“I was looking forward to stealing one.”
Needless to say I ran out of Reese Cups. I had to book it to the store and back before the dough, batter, and remaining Reese mysteriously disappeared. Sadly convenience stores don’t carry giant bags of Reese. An issue I personally think needs to be addressed. So I ended up substituting Oreos. I rushed home and began to put them in the dough and batter mix. Again the men appeared out of nowhere like the Trix Rabbit.
“Oreos? I love Oreos”
“Will there be any left-over?”
“Do you still need these?”
“Can I please have one? Just one?!”
You noticed that when I was cutting up the watermelon and fruit I was left alone in the kitchen. Fruit and vegetables, men’s kryptonite. I managed to grab the package before it disappeared and shooed them away. Wasn’t long before the finally creation was done. I pulled them out of the oven and nearly backed into my brother, who again popped out of thin air. I popped them all out of the tray and handed one to him. You’d think he had died and gone to heaven. He thumped his fist into his chest and said. “Right in the Diabeetus!”
The dessert was declared a keeper by everyone. The smell of melty chocolate and peanut butter hung around the kitchen and I didn’t expect the actual food to last. Sure enough my brother was back in the kitchen and reaching for the… Oreos?
“Oh good! There’s some left!”
Seriously? After working on this elaborate dessert it’s the Oreos that still win out in the end? Why do we bother trying to make new creative recipes when people really only want the Reese Cups and Oreos? Ask any little kid and their favorite part of baking cookies is the cookie dough, not the actual cookie. Or those peanut butter cookies with the Hershey Kiss on top? How many people are eating that for the peanut butter cookie? I give up. You want a triple layer cookie sundae that smells like heaven? Make it yourself, I’ll be eating the Oreos.
It started with a picture watermelon carving of a shark. I excitedly shared my picture of the watermelon shark with Facebook and within an hour my sister had commented; “Okay so that’s what you’re bringing to my party?” We joked around about it, and before I knew it I had accepted the challenge. It took me all morning before the party to come up with something. I slaved away with a big carving knife and covered myself in fruit juice. The end result looked like a mutated pac-man. Even though my watermelon was not a beautifully carved shark it was well received, and a standard was set.
So when I looked at my phone this morning I saw the message, “Christina, here’s another for your goody list.” The accompanying picture was what my brother would call (in the voice of the actor in the diabetes ads). “baked diabeetus” There was a picture and a small description of Chocolate Chip Cookie Reese Cup Brownie Cupcake. The gauntlet had been thrown. I spent most of the day in the kitchen with my brother hovering, waiting to snatch up raw dough and brownie batter. When it came to putting the Reese Cups on both my brother and my father were hovering. I was nearing the end of the bag when I was assaulted by…
“Are there going to be any left over?”
“I want one!”
“I was looking forward to stealing one.”
Needless to say I ran out of Reese Cups. I had to book it to the store and back before the dough, batter, and remaining Reese mysteriously disappeared. Sadly convenience stores don’t carry giant bags of Reese. An issue I personally think needs to be addressed. So I ended up substituting Oreos. I rushed home and began to put them in the dough and batter mix. Again the men appeared out of nowhere like the Trix Rabbit.
“Oreos? I love Oreos”
“Will there be any left-over?”
“Do you still need these?”
“Can I please have one? Just one?!”
You noticed that when I was cutting up the watermelon and fruit I was left alone in the kitchen. Fruit and vegetables, men’s kryptonite. I managed to grab the package before it disappeared and shooed them away. Wasn’t long before the finally creation was done. I pulled them out of the oven and nearly backed into my brother, who again popped out of thin air. I popped them all out of the tray and handed one to him. You’d think he had died and gone to heaven. He thumped his fist into his chest and said. “Right in the Diabeetus!”
The dessert was declared a keeper by everyone. The smell of melty chocolate and peanut butter hung around the kitchen and I didn’t expect the actual food to last. Sure enough my brother was back in the kitchen and reaching for the… Oreos?
“Oh good! There’s some left!”
Seriously? After working on this elaborate dessert it’s the Oreos that still win out in the end? Why do we bother trying to make new creative recipes when people really only want the Reese Cups and Oreos? Ask any little kid and their favorite part of baking cookies is the cookie dough, not the actual cookie. Or those peanut butter cookies with the Hershey Kiss on top? How many people are eating that for the peanut butter cookie? I give up. You want a triple layer cookie sundae that smells like heaven? Make it yourself, I’ll be eating the Oreos.
Haha xD I feel your pain.
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